Fiction – Page 7 – Jessica Barratt

Mutiny Point

3 AM, downtown’s deserted. Just my truck and the road. I shouldn’t have come this way, too high profile for carrying valuable cargo. Hitting every red light, besides. Good thing the cops are all busy with them murderers and ruddy fucks causing shit where they shouldn’t. I don’t plan on meeting any trouble. Not tonight,Continue reading “Mutiny Point”

Valley View’s Dead

“Think that one looks fresher than the others?” I flick my cigarette at a grave to my left. Both of us watch as the cherry fades into the yellowing sod. “What’s the name?” “Hughes, 1943 to 1987,” I say. Nicholas gives the stone angel a kick. The priest at the bottom of the hill stopsContinue reading “Valley View’s Dead”